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poetry and musings from a sensual soul
A place where words come alive
"I feel the rush of your love through my entirety and I know in this very moment of my existence this is where I belong" - The Creative Chic
the world turns on a word
lines - poems - verse fiction - writing life - reviews
My soul connection/twin flame journey
Welcome to my world.
YOUR BODY IS YOUR TEMPLE
PIECES OF ME...
By. A. A. Thomas
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
A Life in Words
Independent audiovideo artist
My life written through poetry
I Prefer Not To.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Poetry of M 
there has to be ā¤
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There must be… š«
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“deepest midnighted blues of space”
Damn… what a phrase…
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I’m completely in love with the color of midnight blue…it is so sophisticated and exquisite.. It’s almost black but just that hint of blue lying in the threads… Changes everything… Not black as death but of something deeper richer.
At least my feelings on it. š
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Yeah, the black of death’s got nothing on midnight blue! Oh, and I’m jealous as fuck over that phrase!! Again! š
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Is it wrong to smirk hereš
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Not at all. It’s a well-earned smirk!
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There is time … our space within infinity.
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